In 1973 I quit my job as an architect and became an artist. I hated the routine of having to go to work every day and, particularly, having to get up at seven in the morning. I always felt tired and would yawn throughout the day. I became convinced that waking up to an alarm clock was unnatural and would shorten my life. On my last day of work I walked to the tip of Lewis Wharf and threw my watch and alarm clock into Boston Harbor.